Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse

He had muttered to himself, shaking his head a little, not finding what he had been looking for in the main boot.

There, he began knocking against the mat of it, searching for a hollow portion.

As he knocked along the floor of the car boot, soon enough, a hollow sound resounded and a part of his grin returned to him.

The partition wasn’t obvious, and in fact it didn’t seem like it was meant to be opened by anything directly from the boot.

There might have been a mechanism to the driver’s side of the vehicle that would have allowed him to open it, but he didn’t have the time to look for it.

The longer he spent out in the open like this doing nothing but searching, the likelier that he would soon run into people, or worse, one of the horrors that roamed the world now.

’Thinking about it... why aren’t there more of the gnolls around? And how come they are hunting solo? According to games, they should be pack hunters...’

Dion raised one of his hands, and he stiffened it into a spearhead that he impaled through the material.

To make a comparison between games, even now, considering what had become of his own reality with his system, still felt a little bit ridiculous.

However, one could not dismiss it at this point.

Be that as it may, it wasn’t as if there was anything that could answer him, and likely even if he had asked Anastasia, she wouldn’t have been able to explain it because the gnolls and zombies had been caused by the world trees.

Nevertheless, with his hand punctured through the secret compartment, Dion loosened his hand, and he yanked it upwards, revealing car kit items and tools for the car as well.

There was some camping gear as well; the owner of it all likely amongst those that he had killed here, or perhaps, if he was to be optimistic, they had escaped to one of the building rooms and were currently holed up with other survivors nearby.

Were that to be the case, it only gave him that much more reason to hurry himself up.

’Still nothing here...’

He shook his head faintly, but he still took the stuff that was inside. Car kit tools and the like would be useful, and in the right hands they could easily provide more value when its not as if he had hit a hardware or tool store.

Dion, with that, looked inwards, into the Treasury authority. He had to keep himself aware of how much space he had in it.

A portion of his consciousness split away from himself, and he was looking into a somewhat large space.

But, with everything that he had taken from the gas station and his own home, he had already filled just over a quarter of the space.

There were long black-red shelves running down three paths that he could walk through, meaning that there were six shelves, with the two that were against the walls not having backsides.

Anything that he had put into this space had been automatically organized onto different shelves for him, which was rather handy even as it made him further question the mechanics of the space.

His investigations into its mechanics had been in part why he had in the first place decided to take along with him some relatively fresh food with him this time.

Shelf life within the treasury was a very serious question that he had to take into account for everything that he was putting into here after all.

Withdrawing his consciousness, Dion wanted to walk away from the car.

But then he stopped himself briefly, looking at it as he closed the boot; he stood silently for a moment.

’Fitting cars in might be too much... The space would be better used for different things. I can always find another car lying on the side of the road.’

With that thought, he turned on his heel and he headed over to the one car that he had hoped would have what he needed.

It was a larger one, a cruiser.

Normally he would have had to tiptoe, or at worst, hop himself onto one of the tires to fully see what was inside the back of it that was currently covered by a protective draping, but now, he felt a distant satisfaction in the fact that he didn’t have to.

He reached his hand for the ropes that were being used to bind the drape, and he didn’t tear it as he made them disappear into his treasury along with the drape itself.

Underneath the drape, the cruiser’s bed was packed tight.

A circular saw sat in its case beside a cordless drill and a bag of mixed screws and bolts.

There were planks of timber stacked flat along one side, offcuts mostly, and a toolbox with a hammer, a set of chisels, a hand plane, and a tape measure coiled inside.

A spirit level, the kind with the small bubble in liquid used to check if a surface was straight, had been wedged between the planks to keep it from rolling.

And amongst all of that, was exactly what he had been hoping for: four jerrycans lined so perfectly between each other, calling his name.

Dion walked himself around toward them with an extra jump to his step, and he immediately brought them out of the back.

Two of the jerrycans still had diesel in them. That was fine. But the other two needed to hold unleaded, and he wasn’t going to pour petrol into a can with diesel still sitting at the bottom.

He unscrewed the caps on the two he’d chosen and poured what was left into the other pair.

There was no sense wasting it after all.

Then he took one over to the unleaded pump, sliding in some money into the cash receiver, then he put just enough petrol in to cover the base, and screwed the cap back on.

He shook the can hard, sloshing the petrol around the walls, then cracked it open and poured the rinse out.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough. Whatever trace of diesel was left wouldn’t matter once the can was full.

He did the same with the second and lined both up beside the pump. Filling these two up was more important than filling up the car that he would use up.

Once they were full, he put some money in to top up and filled up those that had diesel.

The two then disappeared into his treasury, and his legs carried him over to the more basic car towards the other end of the station.